Under the Moonlight

by Mint Drop

First published

I can't stay up when the sun is out.
I don't know why not.
I also don't know why my wings match my eyes perfectly, .or why the sclera of my eye is a light, light yellow, rather than white like other ponies'.
I don't know what I am.
I thought there were no more like me…
But, recently, I found I was wrong. Well, somewhat.